10-05-2020, 08:25 PM
Hello friends, back with next episode of my dear wife!
It was somewhere in early June when Richa was required to go through some training as part of her office responsibilities. These trainings are usually conducted alternate years to keep the staff up to date and they’re mandatory to attend. The venue for the training was different than Richa's regular office address so she planned on using the public transport. Based on her research, there was a direct public transport available and was matching her training timings. The training was scheduled for 5 days of the week starting at 9am and ending at 5pm each day. It was about an hour’s travel from our place so Richa planned on starting early.
She started slightly early on the first day and reached the venue well inside the time. She met some of her old colleagues who were also attending the training; so, it wasn’t quite a boring wait before the training was scheduled to start. Richa noticed a few men checking her out and trying to network with her but she remained professional and kept safe distance. She wasn’t wearing anything fancy as such. She chose just the regular kurta and leggings and very light makeup to ensure she doesn’t attract too much attention. But she still looked beautiful in the sleeveless kurta showing her milky arms. The kurta fitted nicely hugging her torso and accentuating the shape of her melons. The leggings were caressing her buttocks and legs nicely. She was carrying a scarf/stroll but wasn’t actively using it.
The training started on time and the instructors were knowledgeable enough with a good sense of humor. Richa kept hanging with her old colleagues and networked with some new ones during the coffee and meal breaks that were provided. She was also paying attention to the actual training and ensuring she was understanding everything being taught. There were some group assignments involved and she was able to gel well with her group and work on those assignments. Overall, it was a good experience for her on the first day. Importantly, the instructors were quite punctual and finished the defined course well on time to conclude the day little prior to 5pm. Richa and her colleagues walked over to the bus stop to catch a bus for return journey. They were leaving in the buses as and when their respective route buses reached the stop.
“Are madam! Aap idhar kaise? (Madam! How come you’re here?)”, Raja tapped my wife’s arm from behind.
Richa was startled as she recognized Raja and the memories of Dandiya incident flashed in front of her. She was slightly hesitant to acknowledge Raja who was in ordinary clothes and looking like a typical worker class man. But he stood confidently there and Richa had to acknowledge him. “Are kaise hai aap ji? (Oh, how are you Mr.?)”, Richa spoke unwillingly but with a fake smile as she noticed the expressions on her friends’ faces. Now, we don’t belong to super affluent community; neither is Richa so arrogant or discriminating. But Raja’s appearance represented those men who would typically ogle a woman like a meat and Richa found it hard to convince her friends that she was knowing him as well. She was in double mind trying to get over with the conversation.
“Holi khele the…. Aur dandiya bhi… apne galli madhe… yaad hai na! (Remember? We played holi and then Dandiya also… in our lane, don’t you?)”, Raja provided additional context in his impure Hindi mixed with Marathi.
“Ah aa.. kya baat hai Richa! enjoy your company! Hum to chalein! (Oh nice Richa! enjoy his company! Here we go (in our bus))”, her friends remarked sarcastically as they saw their bus approaching and rushed to hop in there. Richa waived them off too!
“Kya baat! Tumhi ektyach ahe ka? (Oh really, are you travelling alone?)”, Raja couldn’t hide his excitement as he asked my wife who was somewhat agitated for his over smartness in front of her colleagues.
“Ji, kaha akele? Aap hai na? itne saare log jo hai! Nahi kya? (Why alone? Aren’t you there? Aren’t so many other people travelling? Don’t they?)”, Richa responded in slightly agitated tone as her bus wasn’t yet showing up.
“Haan aapan tar ahe ch! Chala lini madhe ubhe rahu! (Yeah, I am there. Let us go and stand in the queue!)”, Raja spoke calmly although he sensed her agitated tone. Richa couldn’t do anything as he almost made her walk to the queue. He didn’t touch or drag physically but still my wife marched towards the end of the queue.
She was definitely one of the few good-looking ladies standing there and catching lot of attention. Raja walked proudly alongside her as if protecting his mistress! They were now standing in the long queue with Richa in the front and Raja right behind her. He wasn’t particularly touching or brushing her but acted protective. But he didn’t hesitate to touch her arm and tell her to leave space etc. for some folks walking around. Richa was on a phone call with someone for over 5 minutes but Raja waited and stood patiently behind.
“Pataa nahi tha aap ka office yahan hai! Aap ka yahi timing hai kya? (I didn’t know your office was also located here. Is this your regular timing?)”, Raja asked excitedly as soon as my wife ended her phone call. He was now standing closer to her and talking softly with a wide and naughty smile on his face.
“Aap ko dekhte hi dandiya wala time yaad aya! (I remembered the dandiya incident as soon as I saw you here!)”, Raja spoke boldly as he brushed her arm intentionally. Richa didn’t fail to recognize the intentional touch and his intentions but she didn’t respond and instead just looked around for the bus.
“Bus ayegi 5-10 minutes mein.. aap tension na lo! (our bus will arrive in 5-10 minutes... don’t you worry!)”, he comforted my wife as he noticed her looking around for bus. His hand went a little up and knuckled around her upper arm as he spoke that. He was standing by her side now and was quite close for others to think they were together. Yet, a lot of gazes were fixed on them (or Richa I should say) as some folks were finding it difficult to comprehend the contrast of the couple! Richa looked at him once before looking into her cell phone again! But the man stood his ground and smiled mischievously while my wife buried herself into phone. Richa wasn’t doing anything productive and he didn’t fail to notice that.
“Tumhi uttar nahi dila! Office ithe ka? Ani timing? (You didn’t answer me earlier! Is your office nearby? And what are the timings?)”, Raja pushed his question again as he stood beside my wife.
“Nahi! Humara training hai yaha 4 din ke liye! (No! we have a training here for 4 days!)”, Richa responded finally but she kept it short and still sounded annoyed.
“Subah kitne baje? 4 din toh sahee! (When do you start in the morning? Good (not bad) though for just 4 days!)”, Raja exclaimed shamelessly indicating his intentions and how he wanted to spend time with my wife.
Richa didn’t answer him but he took no offenses and stood as close to her as possible. She was slightly relieved since Raja received a phone call and answered it. She was expecting him to move away but he didn’t move at all. She was surprised when she thought he took her name or referenced dandiya encounter while talking on phone. She felt she just heard it incorrect and ignored the conversation. As she looked around, she noticed a considerably long queue that they were standing in. There weren’t many females there; so, she thought she will be able to grab a ladies seat and hoped that Raja may have to stand somewhere else. She consoled herself that she had to entertain him for another few minutes only and hence didn’t object him standing close or even brushing or touching her occasionally.
The bus approached the stop in a minute or two and both him and my wife got into. The stop wasn’t chaotic, and people followed queue while getting inside. My wife walked straight towards the front side through corridor and Raja followed her. The women are usually encouraged to move forward and sit or stand around ladies seats and men tried giving her space to move forward. Raja grabbed an opportunity and walked close to her almost holding her arm as if he was safeguarding her. Richa settled quickly onto one of the seats on the aisle side much to Raja’s pleasure. He adjusted himself right beside her as he couldn’t find any space for him to sit. He didn’t try anything until they both bought the tickets and settled down in their position.
When Richa settled down with her folder on the lap and purse on it, she pulled her mobile out and was going through messages and stuff. She couldn’t help but feel Raja touching and trying to bump into her intentionally. And it wasn’t long before Raja placed his hand on the headrest of her seat instead of holding the overhead handle. Richa was sitting comfortably and it allowed Raja to gradually brush his thumb on her shoulders. A quick movement from Richa puzzled him but he placed his hand firmly and continued rubbing gently with his thumb. The women around weren’t paying attention or not interested whereas men assumed them to be together so there wasn’t any reaction as such. Richa didn’t find it too offensive either and continued sitting straight giving him some room. Raja didn’t rush and kept rubbing silently before moving smartly towards her neck to tickle her earlobe in between and then shifting back towards the shoulder to brush lightly against her bare upper arm. Lack of resistance on my wife’s part encouraged him to move closer to her. On certain occasions he would simply lean on my wife on the pretext of passengers moving behind him in the aisle.
It was somewhere in early June when Richa was required to go through some training as part of her office responsibilities. These trainings are usually conducted alternate years to keep the staff up to date and they’re mandatory to attend. The venue for the training was different than Richa's regular office address so she planned on using the public transport. Based on her research, there was a direct public transport available and was matching her training timings. The training was scheduled for 5 days of the week starting at 9am and ending at 5pm each day. It was about an hour’s travel from our place so Richa planned on starting early.
She started slightly early on the first day and reached the venue well inside the time. She met some of her old colleagues who were also attending the training; so, it wasn’t quite a boring wait before the training was scheduled to start. Richa noticed a few men checking her out and trying to network with her but she remained professional and kept safe distance. She wasn’t wearing anything fancy as such. She chose just the regular kurta and leggings and very light makeup to ensure she doesn’t attract too much attention. But she still looked beautiful in the sleeveless kurta showing her milky arms. The kurta fitted nicely hugging her torso and accentuating the shape of her melons. The leggings were caressing her buttocks and legs nicely. She was carrying a scarf/stroll but wasn’t actively using it.
The training started on time and the instructors were knowledgeable enough with a good sense of humor. Richa kept hanging with her old colleagues and networked with some new ones during the coffee and meal breaks that were provided. She was also paying attention to the actual training and ensuring she was understanding everything being taught. There were some group assignments involved and she was able to gel well with her group and work on those assignments. Overall, it was a good experience for her on the first day. Importantly, the instructors were quite punctual and finished the defined course well on time to conclude the day little prior to 5pm. Richa and her colleagues walked over to the bus stop to catch a bus for return journey. They were leaving in the buses as and when their respective route buses reached the stop.
“Are madam! Aap idhar kaise? (Madam! How come you’re here?)”, Raja tapped my wife’s arm from behind.
Richa was startled as she recognized Raja and the memories of Dandiya incident flashed in front of her. She was slightly hesitant to acknowledge Raja who was in ordinary clothes and looking like a typical worker class man. But he stood confidently there and Richa had to acknowledge him. “Are kaise hai aap ji? (Oh, how are you Mr.?)”, Richa spoke unwillingly but with a fake smile as she noticed the expressions on her friends’ faces. Now, we don’t belong to super affluent community; neither is Richa so arrogant or discriminating. But Raja’s appearance represented those men who would typically ogle a woman like a meat and Richa found it hard to convince her friends that she was knowing him as well. She was in double mind trying to get over with the conversation.
“Holi khele the…. Aur dandiya bhi… apne galli madhe… yaad hai na! (Remember? We played holi and then Dandiya also… in our lane, don’t you?)”, Raja provided additional context in his impure Hindi mixed with Marathi.
“Ah aa.. kya baat hai Richa! enjoy your company! Hum to chalein! (Oh nice Richa! enjoy his company! Here we go (in our bus))”, her friends remarked sarcastically as they saw their bus approaching and rushed to hop in there. Richa waived them off too!
“Kya baat! Tumhi ektyach ahe ka? (Oh really, are you travelling alone?)”, Raja couldn’t hide his excitement as he asked my wife who was somewhat agitated for his over smartness in front of her colleagues.
“Ji, kaha akele? Aap hai na? itne saare log jo hai! Nahi kya? (Why alone? Aren’t you there? Aren’t so many other people travelling? Don’t they?)”, Richa responded in slightly agitated tone as her bus wasn’t yet showing up.
“Haan aapan tar ahe ch! Chala lini madhe ubhe rahu! (Yeah, I am there. Let us go and stand in the queue!)”, Raja spoke calmly although he sensed her agitated tone. Richa couldn’t do anything as he almost made her walk to the queue. He didn’t touch or drag physically but still my wife marched towards the end of the queue.
She was definitely one of the few good-looking ladies standing there and catching lot of attention. Raja walked proudly alongside her as if protecting his mistress! They were now standing in the long queue with Richa in the front and Raja right behind her. He wasn’t particularly touching or brushing her but acted protective. But he didn’t hesitate to touch her arm and tell her to leave space etc. for some folks walking around. Richa was on a phone call with someone for over 5 minutes but Raja waited and stood patiently behind.
“Pataa nahi tha aap ka office yahan hai! Aap ka yahi timing hai kya? (I didn’t know your office was also located here. Is this your regular timing?)”, Raja asked excitedly as soon as my wife ended her phone call. He was now standing closer to her and talking softly with a wide and naughty smile on his face.
“Aap ko dekhte hi dandiya wala time yaad aya! (I remembered the dandiya incident as soon as I saw you here!)”, Raja spoke boldly as he brushed her arm intentionally. Richa didn’t fail to recognize the intentional touch and his intentions but she didn’t respond and instead just looked around for the bus.
“Bus ayegi 5-10 minutes mein.. aap tension na lo! (our bus will arrive in 5-10 minutes... don’t you worry!)”, he comforted my wife as he noticed her looking around for bus. His hand went a little up and knuckled around her upper arm as he spoke that. He was standing by her side now and was quite close for others to think they were together. Yet, a lot of gazes were fixed on them (or Richa I should say) as some folks were finding it difficult to comprehend the contrast of the couple! Richa looked at him once before looking into her cell phone again! But the man stood his ground and smiled mischievously while my wife buried herself into phone. Richa wasn’t doing anything productive and he didn’t fail to notice that.
“Tumhi uttar nahi dila! Office ithe ka? Ani timing? (You didn’t answer me earlier! Is your office nearby? And what are the timings?)”, Raja pushed his question again as he stood beside my wife.
“Nahi! Humara training hai yaha 4 din ke liye! (No! we have a training here for 4 days!)”, Richa responded finally but she kept it short and still sounded annoyed.
“Subah kitne baje? 4 din toh sahee! (When do you start in the morning? Good (not bad) though for just 4 days!)”, Raja exclaimed shamelessly indicating his intentions and how he wanted to spend time with my wife.
Richa didn’t answer him but he took no offenses and stood as close to her as possible. She was slightly relieved since Raja received a phone call and answered it. She was expecting him to move away but he didn’t move at all. She was surprised when she thought he took her name or referenced dandiya encounter while talking on phone. She felt she just heard it incorrect and ignored the conversation. As she looked around, she noticed a considerably long queue that they were standing in. There weren’t many females there; so, she thought she will be able to grab a ladies seat and hoped that Raja may have to stand somewhere else. She consoled herself that she had to entertain him for another few minutes only and hence didn’t object him standing close or even brushing or touching her occasionally.
The bus approached the stop in a minute or two and both him and my wife got into. The stop wasn’t chaotic, and people followed queue while getting inside. My wife walked straight towards the front side through corridor and Raja followed her. The women are usually encouraged to move forward and sit or stand around ladies seats and men tried giving her space to move forward. Raja grabbed an opportunity and walked close to her almost holding her arm as if he was safeguarding her. Richa settled quickly onto one of the seats on the aisle side much to Raja’s pleasure. He adjusted himself right beside her as he couldn’t find any space for him to sit. He didn’t try anything until they both bought the tickets and settled down in their position.
When Richa settled down with her folder on the lap and purse on it, she pulled her mobile out and was going through messages and stuff. She couldn’t help but feel Raja touching and trying to bump into her intentionally. And it wasn’t long before Raja placed his hand on the headrest of her seat instead of holding the overhead handle. Richa was sitting comfortably and it allowed Raja to gradually brush his thumb on her shoulders. A quick movement from Richa puzzled him but he placed his hand firmly and continued rubbing gently with his thumb. The women around weren’t paying attention or not interested whereas men assumed them to be together so there wasn’t any reaction as such. Richa didn’t find it too offensive either and continued sitting straight giving him some room. Raja didn’t rush and kept rubbing silently before moving smartly towards her neck to tickle her earlobe in between and then shifting back towards the shoulder to brush lightly against her bare upper arm. Lack of resistance on my wife’s part encouraged him to move closer to her. On certain occasions he would simply lean on my wife on the pretext of passengers moving behind him in the aisle.
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